Tiaan’s Room Poem by Margaret Alice

Sunday 5 September 2008

Cleaning Tiaan’s room after a terrible wind
buried the house under a blanket of dust,
discovering toys from long time ago, tying
them up in plastic bags and ferrying them
to my cupboard, I can’t let the toy animals
go, the tigers we bought for a project, toy
cars, the train set my dad gave him, a large
model car, school books all dusty, sporting
his handwriting which has been disintegrating
over the years, cricket playing paraphernalia,
old encyclopedias – Tiaan doesn’t read them,
but he loves seeing them in his bookcase,
he loves their company...